Today is day 4 of social distancing, and day 2 of daily poems. Yesterday’s poem I posted at 3am so that was kind of today, but meant for yesterday. Anyway, here’s today’s:
Wasted
The sky is beautiful today
I can see it from my bed
On a slow morning filled
With stretching and lazing
And missing my dog
Would I have noticed it
If I’d been out there going
Somewhere meaningless
Walking under the blue of it
Like any other day
Where are the clouds
While we hide and cover
Ourselves under this sky
Why should the sun shine
When no one braves the light
Would it have been as
Beautiful if everyone
Was out appreciating it
Or is it only significant
Because it is wasted
